Barbara was an awesome woman who James liked a lot, a very a lot.
She was beautiful, tall, pretty face, brunette hair. Her ass was dreamy soft, often seen in tight white or khaki pants. Her breasts looked divine hidden behind her blouses that often dipped low to show a delightful amount of cleavage.
There was just one problem: she was his best friend's mom.
James had seen her anytime he was over visiting his friend, Tim, who after awhile became his best friend, and James was always coming over, to really observe Tim's mom up close.
After he graduated college, James returned home. He hadn't kept in touch with Tim in his last year of school, but always thought about his mom, Barbara.
He decided to just go over to Tim's home on the chance at least his mom would be home.
When he arrived in his car, he noticed Tim's van wasn't in the driveway and it excited him with the possibilities.
Getting to the front door, James stood there momentarily before knocking.
Soon after the door opened and there stood the woman of James dreams.
"James! Oh my! You surprised me. Um, Tim isn't here. He hasn't come home since he went to college."
"In fact, I'm glad you're here. It's been quiet here since my husband left. Would you want to come in for some coffee?"
James was amazed at seeing Barbara, felt sorry for her and eagerly accepted her invitation.
She wore brown tight khakis and brown leather boots that were just under her knees. She wore a gray sweater and had the French manicure he remembered her having many years ago. He often dreamed of her touching him with those fingers and nails.
"Hope I can say this, You look amazing. I've always had a crush on you," James said.
Barbara was blushing and held her right hand over her mouth in awe.
